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„ AUG 13 18877 



Providence, R. 1.: Published by the Author. 

1887. 






COPYRIGHT: 
John H. Larry, Providenck, R. I. 



Press of E. A. Johnson & Co., Providen 



Preface. 



M 



Y only apology for presuming to put my lines before the 
public is that in another form, that of an illustrated poetical 
discourse, they have been the means of doing some good 
and awakening interest in the hero of the story, and I have been 
repeatedly requested to put them in gift book form. I claim nothing 
for the literary merit of my part of the work, but knowing well by 
considerable experience in illustrations, that Christ enters the door of 
the eye, as well as the open ear, and better through them both, and 
also that the measure of a poem, changed now and then to avoid 
monotony, has a peculiar hold upon the memory, I have ventured to 
give to homes where Christ is loved a book that should interest all 
ages, but especially the young, and cause them for further details of 
the " Wondrous Story " to turn to the pages of the Sacred Word. 

J. H. LARRY. 

Providence, R. I., March ii, 1887. 



Illustrations. 



FULL PAGE BY PLOCKHORST. 

PAGE. 

Adoration of the Shepherds, . . . - ^ 

Jesus before the Doctors, - - - - - 20 

'^Christ's Baptism, ------ 23 

^Christ and Nicodemus, - - - - - - 27 

-Christ at the Pharisee's House, - - • - - 31 

^Walking the Sea, - - - - - - 35 

"^ Raising Lazarus, - - - - - 39 

"^Christ Blessing Little Children, - - - - 43 

vThe Widow's Mite, - - . . . ^^ 

aChrist's Entry of Jerusalem, - - ■ - - 49 

"^Gethsemane, - - - - - - - 53 

'Crucifixion, - - - - - - - 57 

Christ Appearing to Mary Magdalene, - - - 59 
The Ascension, ------- 63 

OTHER ILLUSTRATIONS. 

Head of Christ, -..-.. 5 

From the Cradle to the Cross, - - - - 6 

Presentation in the Temple, - - - - 11 

Flight to Egypt, - - - - - • '3 

Return to Nazareth, - • - - - 16 

Feeding the Multitude, - - - - - 25 

At Jacob's Well, - - - - - - 33 

Transfiguration, - - - - - - -37 

Ecce Homo, ------- 55 









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There 


is a simple 


story, always 


new 




though 


ever old, 




That 


mingles shame and glory, 


but 




often as 


'tis told, 




It stirs the heart's 


best passions 


and 




makes us 


long to be 




More 


like its valiant hero, who came j 




to set 


us free 




From 


worse than 


Egypt's bond 


age; 




from the slavery of sin. 




To bring us from 


its wilderness 


and 




teach us 


to begin 




The 


Journey of 


Immortal Life 


, in 




narrow path 


and straight. 




That 


starts upon 


the earth beneath | 




and ends at 


-leaven's gate. 






Adown the track of ages, in the dark historic past, 
There ever gleams a ray of Hght, a promise that at last 
The seed of tempted woman should bruise the serpent's head 
And back again to Paradise the fallen race be led. 

Behold the day is dawning, the glad and golden day, 

And from the heights of Heaven, an angel speeds away 

To tell a worthy maiden, an humble child of earth 

That she should be the favored one to eive the God-child birth. 



Hail thou so highly favored, the Lord is sure with thee. 
Among the Jewish maidens, most favored shalt thou be. 
Under the Holy Spirit, whose emblem is the dove 
Thou shalt become a mother in the raptures of God's love. 



For more than seven long centuries had Rome 

Been growing up in weakh and power till she 

Became at last, the queen of sea and land. 

Her emperor's word was law throughout the world. 

And in those days it was that his decree 

Went forth that all his provinces be taxed. 

Then it was that Joseph, being of 

The house and lineage of David, went 

From the far off hills of Nazareth 

Even unto Bethlehem to be 

Taxed with Mary, his espoused wife. 



Bethlehem, thou fair city, hast no heart of pity, 

For woman, tired woman, almost fainting by the way ? 

Hear the night wind sighing, like to Rachel dying, 
Like her baby crying, born beside the way. 

Why will those so able, send unto a stable 

One who needs the comforts of the richest inn? 

One who hath upon her, mark of highest honor, 
Honor that will save her e'en from sin. 

Thanks for cot so lowly, often are the holy 
Found within the dwellings of the poor. 

Oft are deepest curses found in longest purses. 
Dives cannot enter Heaven's door. 

While the world is sleeping, see the shepherds keeping 
Watch upon their resting flocks by night. 

Lo there comes an angel, 'tis the Lord's evangel. 
And the heavens are filled with wondrous light. 

Shepherds, fear no danger, go to yonder manger, 

For to you is born this day, a King. 
Then in song victoria, came that ancient "Gloria 

In Excelsis," making Heaven ring. 



"Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing 
/hich is come to pass, which the Lord hath made, known unto us." 



"A little child shall lead them," so said the prophet old, 
And this is then the little child that brings the "Age of Gold," 
When swords shall be to plow-shares beat, and spears to pruning hooks, 
And the worst battles shall be those ot pen and ink and books. 

O worship shepherds, bending low, and when your worship's done 

Untie the lamb and let him out upon the hills to run. 

No more for sacrifice shall such as he be slain ; 

The " Lamb of God " self-sacrifice shall make a duty plain. 

Oh, blessed babe and mother fair, how has the artist striven 
To make you both above the earth or in the clouds of Heaven. 
But even Raphael failed to paint the face that made his fame 
Till in the Vatican one day, he found a peasant dame. 

Who careless of the world around, and filled with mother joy. 
Fondled as only mothers do her first-born baby boy. 
They call her Holy Mother, but every mother 's blest 
Who 's thankful for the baby she presses to her breast. 

They call that stable holy that held the Savior child, 

And o'er the spot, most carefully have convent walls been piled, 

But every spot is holy and sacred every sod 

Where man is true to fellow-man and humbly worships God. 





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Then to Jerusalem they came according to the Word, 
And there with humble offerings, present him to the Lord. 
Too poor to buy a lamb, a pair of doves they bring, 
Yet never to that altar came so rich an offering. 

The aged Simeon clasped the child, and to the Lord he cried, 

"Let now thy servant go in peace, for I am satisfied; 

This child is Israel's glory, he is the Gentiles' light; 

In him the world's salvation has dawned upon my sight." 

Then came the aged Anna, with slow and halting pace. 

And thanked the Lord, and spake of Christ to all about the place. 




The Gentiles shall come to his light, 

And kings shall come to his rising. 
They follow his star in the night, 

While the priests who should know are despisinc 

The word of the prophet, which said, 

" Out of Jacob a star shall arise," 
And by it the Magi are led, 

They have read of their Lord in the skies. 

They go to that stable so old, 

Presenting him offerings rare. 
Frankincense, myrrh and gold, 

And bowed and worshipped him there. 



Then warned by a dream in the night, 
They suddenly take the alarm. 

And homeward they take up their flight, 
Lest Herod should do the child harm. 




King Herod trembled in his rage, 
And was exceeding wroth, 

He called his trusted messengers, 
And straightway sent them forth 

To slay each child in Bethlehem, 

But an angel of the Lord 
Bade Joseph flee to Egypt, 

Till he should bring him word. 

In haste by night they steal away, 

O bitter, bitter thought, 
The Lord should come unto his own 
- And they receive him not. 

But angels shall watch over him 

Whatever shall be done. 
Lest he should dash his tender feet 

On some unguarded stone. 

O'er stony hill and barren plain 
They wend their weary way, 

Now halting in some pleasant vale 
Where sparkling waters Nplay, 

And now they float upon the breast 

Of good old Father Nile, 
And friends who are to them unseen 

Are guarding them the while. 



O, Egypt, land of mystery, 

Of long forgotten history, 

Whose past is hid in pyramid 

And obelisk of stone; 

O, land of Pharoah's daughter 

Who rescued from the water 

His mother's joy, that baby boy, 

Who, when to manhood grown, 

Though skilled in Egypt's learning, 

Their highest honors spurning, 

Chose so well with those to dwell 

Who worship God alone ; — 

O, ever fertile river 

Who saved the great Law-giver, 

Whose waters bright 

Reflect the light 

Of that mysterious pile, 

Thou hast the light immortal, 

Come down from Heaven's portal, 

Guard well the Sun of Righteousness the while. 



Have you never in reading this story 
Been struck by the wonderful thought 

That everything gives to God glory, 
No matter by whom it is wrought? 

By the cold blooded act of King Herod 
Is a part of the prophecy done ; 

For to Egypt the Christ- child is carried, 
And from Egypt God calls forth his Son. 

And what though the prophets may differ, 
That they foretell the truth may be seen:- 

First Bethlehem, then Egypt, then Nazareth, 
For he shall be called Nazarene. 



Back to Nazareth they come, to their neighbors, 
To the cot they had left long ago, 

To the carpenter's shop and its labors, 

Where the child in true wisdom might grow. 

Here from the synagogue's teacher 

Learned he his letters and law; 
Here he was fitted for preacher, 

Such as the world never saw. 

For not in the synagogue only 

Learned he the lessons he taught, 

Nor in the work-shop with Joseph, 
Where he so patiently wrought: — 

There is a hill near the village, 

Where e'en the boys of to-day 
Go for their sports and their pastimes, 

Go for their frolics and play. 

Here where to day stands a ruin. 

Marking the place where he trod, 
Doubtless he took up his lessons 

Under the teaching of God. 

Here every scene was a lesson, 

From the sky overhead to the sod, 

Telling how people can conquer 
When led out to batde by God. 

There in the east was Mount Tabor, 

Where in the years long ago, 
Deborah, brave hearted woman, 

Taught Balak to conquer the foe. 



Then came the height of Gilboa, 

Where in a terrible day, 
The shield of Saul, to the heathen 

So vilely was cast away. 

Down to the south was Mt. Ebal, 

Gerizem, too, by its side. 
Whence came the curses and blessings 

To which the valley replied. 

There rolled the Plain of Esdrselon, 
Rich in its pastures and fields, 

Where, though so often had bristled 
The enemy's lances and shields. 

Beyond was the spur of Mt. Carmel, 
Where Elijah, the prophet, had trod, 

And called down the fire of Heaven, 
To prove that the Lord, He was God. 

Backward of Carmel, rolled ever 
The waves of the great restless sea. 

Where Jonah embarked with the seamen 
And thought from his Maker to flee. 

And where, by the Grecian tradition. 
The fair Andromeda was bound 

To one of the rocks of the harbor. 
And by Perseus, the hero, was found. 

Away to the north loomed Mt. Hermon, 
With peaks ever covered with snow, 

That turn to the reddest crimson 
In the fire of the sunlight's glow. 



With scenes like these around him, 
And the spirit of God within, 

He grew in stature and wisdom, 
Untainted e'en by sin. 

And when to the gilded temple 
They took him in his youth. 

The priests and scribes all marvelled 
At his mastery of truth. 

His loving mother missed him. 
As they journey to their home, 

And back again to the temple 
With anxious hearts they come. 

" Behold, we've sought thee sorrowing. 

Thy father here and I ; ' 
And to the anxious mother 

He makes the strange reply, — 

"Why seek ye me, do ye not know 

My Father is in Heaven? 
About his business I must be. 

The work that he has given." 



But duties are never conflicting. 
Her paths are always straight. 

So back again to Nazareth, 
He goes to work and to wait. 

Wait till all things are ready, 

Wait till the work must be done. 

Was ever a parting more tender 
Between a fond mother and son? 



Farewell to the shop and the homestead, 
Farewell to the loved cottage walls, 

Farewell to the long widowed mother; 
A world, lost in wickedness, calls. 

Down to the banks of the Jordan, 

Where the voice in the wilderness cried, 

He went with his friends and disciples. 
And there in its clear flowing tide 

Was baptized, not alone by the water, 
For the heavens above opened wide, 

And the Spirit, so dove-like, descending. 
Came down, and a voice from above, 

" Hear ye him, 'tis my only begotten, 
Hear him and his message of love." 



And now to be tempted of Satan, 

He goes to the desert alone, 
And tired and hungry, he's bidden 

To command bread to come out of stone. 

He answered, " 'Tis written in Scripture 
Man shall live not alone upon bread. 

But on the sweet words of the Gospef 
Shall him who is hungry be fed." 

"Then cast thyself down," said the tempter, 

"Cast thyself down to the sod." 
"It is written," again answered Jesus, 

"Thou shalt tempt not the Lord, thy God." 

"Then look on the world all around thee. 
All these things will I give to thee. 

If thou wilt but fall down and worship. 
And render thine homage to me." 

"Get thee hence, get the hence, for 'tis written. 
Thou shalt worship and serve but the Lord." 

Let us learn from this lesson, when tempted, 
We can all safely trust in God's word. 



It was the passover, and the faithful Jews 

Had come from near and far to celebrate 

The day of freedom from the cruel hand 

Of Pharoah. Christ was there and taught 

Within the temple, and had driven forth 

The money changers who advantage took 

Of brethren come from other lands. 

And while this act had brought upon his head 

The maledictions of that grasping crowd, 

Others there were who honored him therefor, 

And many who believed upon him there. 

But one there was, a man of standing high, 

Who secretly believed on him, but yet 

For fear of what his friends might say of him 

Waited until the crowds Ifad left the place, 

Until the paschal moon was in the sky, 

And then he sought to find this teacher bold. 

None ever sought the Son of God in vain. 

He finds him walking in the cool night air. 

And thus accosts him, "Master we do know 

Thou art a teacher come from God, for none 

Could do the things thou dost except by Him." 

Jesus beheld that face, so full of doubt, 

And then like one who knows whereof he speaks 

He said, "Except a man be born again 

The Kingdom of the Lord he cannot see." 

Poor Nicodemus pondered o'er the truth 

As many others have done since that day. 

A truth so simple that a fool might know, 

We're born to earth, and must be born to Heaven. 



How often by some touching story, 
He brought Heaven down to our sod. 

ReveaHng the innermost glory 
And bringing us nearer to God. 

We look on the wild wayward brother, 
Who longs o'er the wide earth to roam, 

From the care of fond father and mother, 
From the healthful restraints of his home. 

We see him in pleasure's delusion. 

The victim of passion and pride, 
Till at last breaks the fateful illusion, 

False friends leave the wanderer's side. 

We see him in basest vocations. 

The hard rugged stone for his seat. 

And glad of the meanest of rations, — 
Still no man did give him to eat. 

His heart yearned for home, where he'd rather 

A poor hired servant to be. 
If only beloved by his father. 

From sin's galling fetters be free. 

And the heart of the father, long saddened. 

Is filled with unutterable joy. 
And the long praying mother is gladdened 

To greet once again the dear boy. 

We are prodigals all and have wandered 

Away from the Father above; 
Precious moments and trusts have we squandered. 

We have trifled with infinite love. 

And the parable comes with its teaching. 

So plain that a child takes it in, — 
What wonder that such blessed preaching 

Cheered men steeped in sorrow and sin. 



How often did suffering woman 
In the hour of her bitterest need, 

Look to him as a help superhuman, 
A Friend and a Savior indeed. 

Once in fair Magdala's city, 

A gem on the blue Galilee, 
His great heart was melted with pity, 

A poor, frantic maiden to see. 

And she, with her trials so laden, 

From the demons of sin was set free. 

To become a devout Christian maiden. 
The first, a Lord risen to see. 

And once, while he sat at a dinner 

In the house of a rich Pharisee, 
There stole to his side a poor sinner, 

And weeping she bent at his knee. 

She poured on his feet the rich treasure, 
A cruse of rare Eastern perfume. 

'Twas an offering of love without measure. 
And its fragrance pervaded the room. 

The Pharisee thought his behavior 
Not such as a prophet's should be. 

For were he indeed the true Savior, 
He'd repel such a woman as she. 

Christ read well his thoughts and then clearly 
Revealed the true justice of Heaven ; 

That the one who will love the most dearly 
Is the one who has had most forgiven. 




And once, as he drank of the waters 
That came from the patriarch's well, 

'Twas to one of Samaria's daughters 
He chose his life's mission to tell. 

"I that speak unto thee am Messias, 
The one you believe that should come, 

The Savior foretold by Elias, 

Go tell the good news at your home. 

Drink the water I give, and then never 

Shall the strange thirst of sin come to thee, 

It will be a cool stream that forever 
A constant refreshing shall be. 

And again, as they brought a poor sinner 
To see what this Jesus would do, 

He saw the crushed spirit within her. 

And the friend of the erring proved true. 

And turning with countenance regal. 
He defended her cause there alone; 

"Yes, stone her, 'tis punishment legal. 

But the guiltless must cast the first stone." 



Be ¥l@U Mmli. 



" Who alone spreadeth out the heavens, and walketh upon 
the waves of the sea." — yod. 

The sun was sinking in the western sea 

Behind those rugged hills that hem the shore 

Of dark blue Galilee. Without their Lord 

His followers take a ship and from the shore 

Put out upon the calm and peaceful waves. 

But soon the darkness, like a mantle black, 

Falls down upon them, and the whistling winds 

Lash the wild waters into angry foam. 

Against the winds and waves they rowed in vain, 

And He, the Master, not of them alone. 

But of the elements of nature. He 

Who once before had bade the waves be still, 

And they obeyed him, He was far away 

Upon the shore, and could not lend them aid. 

But He, who ne'er to perish leaves his friends. 

Saw all their bitter toiling, and He came 

With light and buoyant step upon the waves. 

They thought it was a spirit, but He spake, 

"Be of good cheer, 'tis I; be not afraid." 

Then Peter, doubting, said, " Bid me come 

To Thee, if it be Thou." And he said, "Come!" 

But, filled with fear, he sank within the sea, 

And cried," Lord, save ! " The Master reached His hand, 

"O, thou of litde faith, why didst thou doubt?" 



'Tis ever thus. He sees our every need. 

And always comes in just the time to save. 

" Be of good cheer," it is the Lord's command, — 

Soon from the tossing ship, thou sure shalt land 

And on the solid rock of Truth will stand. 




Now to that sacred mountain 

He takes his trusted three, 

And as he prayed, 

He seemed arrayed 

In garments bright, as purely white 

As driven snow could be. 

But who are these who talk to him 

About his coming death? 

Do heroes gone still look upon 

The wicked world beneath? 

Does Moses still watch over 

The hosts that erst he led? 

From heavenly home do prophets come, 

Is not Elias dead? 



Ah, no; the world above us 
Beholds our batdes here. 

The saints passed on still love us 
And lend us kindly cheer. 

For Heaven hath its powers 
To fight the hosts of sin; 

Then let God's cause be ours 
And we shall surely win. 



In a beautiful home in Bethany, 

Bethany on the hill, 
Nursed by his loving sisters, 

A brother was lying ill. 

And far away is the Master, 

Yet they speed one quick 
To carry the urgent message, 

" Whom thou lovest is sick." 

But Lazarus dies while waiting, 

Dies and is buried at last, 
With a stone at the sepulchre's op'ning, 

Holdinor the entrance fast. 



O wondrous voice of the Master, 

Commanding the wind and the wave, 

Even the dead shall obey thee, 

And life shall come forth from the grave. 

"Lazarus, come forth!" how it ringeth 
Above all their wailings of woe, 

Back to his life that voice bringeth ; 
They loose him and let him go. 




A daughter dear lay dying 

In a Galilean home, 
The father traveled weary miles 

To bid the Master come. 
Before that sacred presence 

He came with reverent bow; 
"I pray thee come and lay thy hands 

Upon her fevered brow. 

I know that touch shall heal her, 

If thou wilt only come." 
The Savior saw his earnest faith, 

And followed to his home ; 
But while they went, a servant 

Came hurrying with the word, 
"Thy daughter's dead already, 

Why troublest thou the Lord?" 

But to the troubled ruler, 

He said, " Be not afraid, 
Believe me, I will heal her. 

Thy little stricken maid." 
He calls, "Talitha-cumi ! " 

Unto that daughter dear: — 
She rose to life and duty. 

That saddened home to cheer 



One day, while the Master was teaching 
The ckities of husbands and wives, 

Fond mothers pressed forward, beseeching 
His blessing to rest on the lives 

Of the children they'd borne and were rearing. 

The diciples rebuked them all, 
But with words of assurance and cheering, 

They come at his kindly call. 

"O, suffer the litde children, 

Forbid them not," said he, 
'•Let no one the darlings hinder 

Whenever they'd come to me. 

Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven, 

I have told you this before, — 
That you must become like children 

To enter in Heaven's door." 

Pleased was each loving mother. 

As, safe from all earthly harms, 
She saw her baby folded 

Within the Savior's arms, 



Bring to the Savior your darlings 

In the innocence of youth. 
And then you may know that ever 

They will walk in the paths of truth. 



49n his last visit to Jerusalem, 

And while the rich were casting in their gifts 

To fill the temple's treasury, he saw 

A widow poor cast in two mites, 

A farthing only, but he said to those 

Who stood around, " I truly say to you, 

She hath done more than all the rest beside, 

For they of they abundance gave, but she 

Out of her penury hath cast in all." 



This Teacher's fame had grown throughout the land. 

Not only for his wondrous healing powers, 

Making the lame to walk, the blind to see. 

And raising e'en the dead to life again; 

But in his teaching there was that that raised 

The deadened mind to thought, the soul to life. 

By story aptly told and parable 

He made life's duty plain to every one 

Who drank his teachings in and tried to learn. 

He brought the Kingdom of his Father down 

To earth, and opened up the future world. 

So that men said, " He speaks not like a scribe, 

But as a man who knows whereof he tells. 

Who hath authority from God to teach. 

The common people always gladly heard 

His voice, and hung upon his cheering words. 

All this to envy moved the leading men, 

Mere politicians, who for love of place 

Would sacrifice all persons but themselves. 

'Tis often said the masses turned against 

The Great Reformer of this sinful world. 

The Friend of sinners and the hope of man. 

But he who reads aright must surely see 

That 'twas the rich and powerful few, to whom 

He had directed such reproving words. 

Who planned and carried out that shameful death. 



The common people's love was shown at best 
When last he visited the holy shrine. 
He had been down to Jericho, and there 
Had healed blind Bartimeus, beggar poor. 
Converted Zaccheus who gave a half 
His goods to feed the poor, and now 
• Followed by crowds, he comes to Bethany 
To visit once again that loving home 
And be anointed for his burial 
By her who knew not what her loving act 
Conveyed to him. But onward now they come 
O'er Olives' brow, and from the city walls 
The people come to greet him as their King. 
And King he was. He came as was foretold 
Sitting upon a colt, an asses' foal. 
They spread their garments underneath his feet. 
And pluck the branches from the trees around 
And strew them in the way. A crowd before, 
A host behind: They raise their voices loud 
"Hosanna to the son of David, King 
Of Israel, that cometh in God's name; — 
Hosanna in the Highest, Peace in Heaven." 
But when the Pharisees that saying heard 
They bade him chide the multitude, but he 
Replied to them, "If these should hold their peace 
The very stones of earth would cry aloud." 
Then said they 'mong themselves, "We're gaining nought 
Behold, the world is going after him!" 



4 



Within an upper chamber Jesus sat 

With his disciples. One had traitor turned, 

Had left the board determined to betray 

To those who clamored for the life of Christ, 

And for a paltry sum, his chosen Lord. 

The dim lamp shone upon that saddened throng, 

While now and then the moonbeams stole within, 

Escaping through the crevices of fleeting clouds. 

Till near the middle hour of night they stayed 

And listened to the faithful charge he gave 

To guide them in the work when he was gone. 

It was a time of sadness, yet they sung 

The "Great Hallel," with his the leading voice. 

They then went forth into that moonlit night, 

Down the dark valley of Jehosaphat, 

Across the purling Cedron's stream, until 

They reach the trees of old Gethsemane. 

Then bidding his disciples watch, he went 

With sadly burdened heart aside to pray. 

Prone to the ground he falls and calls to heaven; 

"O, Abba, Father, unto thee all things 

Are possible, if thou canst willing be 

Remove from me this bitter cup; but still, 

Not mine own will, but ever thine, be done." 

But while he prays, the watchers fall asleep, 

Their spirits willing, but their flesh is weak. 

Then rouse them as they hear his mournful voice: 

"What, sleepest thou? Canst thou not watch with me 

A single hour?" But once again he prays, 

And once again they sleep. But though his prayer 

Becomes more agonized and earnest, till 

His sweat comes falling down like drops of blood. 

Yet still the cup remains, but he is given 

The strength to drink it to the very dregs. 



There are sorrows in our pathway 
Harder far than we can bear, 

If we call not on the Father 
In an earnest, pleading prayer. 

And while we say, " Our Father," 
Let us say it like his Son; — 

While we're asking what we'd rather, 
Let us say, "Thy will be done." 

Though he may not take our burden. 
He will do what's better still, 

He will give us strength to bear it 
And to do his holy will. 

There are angels now, as ever, 

Still to minister for those 
Who are sinking 'neath life's burdens, 

Who are struggling with life's woes. 

All our prayers may not be answered 

In the very way we ask, 
But our God will ever give us 

Strength to do our daily task. 



O, shame upon humanity 

That it must ever be. 
That those who come to set the slaves 

Of any error free, 

Should be obliged to suffer wrong, 
Be scoffed and scorned and jeered 

By those who should have been their friends 
And all their labors cheered. 




But thus it is: we cry upon 

Fanatics of to-day, 
And little think our sons will come 

And kindly clear away 
The rubbish from their unmarked graves 

And proudly rear a stone 
To tell the world of noble deeds 

By these brave heroes done. 

And he who came to set the slaves 

Of every error free, 
Knew well the fate awaiting him 

If he should faithful be. 
And though to-day the multitude 

Their loud hosannas cry, 
Their voice is hushed when scribe and priest 

Cry out to crucify. 

Pilate, poor politician, strove 

In vain to please them all, 
Then yielded to their coward cry 

That filled the judgment hall. 
They pressed upon that kingly brow 

The cruel crown of thorn, 
They smote and jeered and buffetted 

With all their wicked scorn. 



O, can it be this friend of man 

Shall die a death of shame, 
Shall he in whom no fault is fountl 

Bear all the cold world's blame? 
Shall he who calmly labored on 

In doing naught but good, 
Be pinioned on the cruel cross 

With jeers and scoffing rude? 
How could these foes so cruel be? 

But I must not forget 
My unbelief has caused him pain 

And his heart suffers yet 
Because of thosfe who still refuse 

To own him as their Lord, 
Who crucify him now afresh, 

Believino- not his word. 



He dies, and pays the ransom of the world. 

But dying blessed his foes. "Father, forgive, 

They know not what they do." And now a friend, 

Joseph of Arithmathea, before 

Unwilling to espouse the cause of Christ 

While yet the Savior walked and worked with men. 

With Nicodemus came, the body took 

And laid with care within a new-made grave. 

And Pilate placed a guard thereon to please 

The Pharisees who feared it might prove true 

That, as he said, in three days he would rise. 




Though the tomb was well defended 
By the Roman soldiers brave, 

Angels from above descended 
Rescued Jesus from the grave. 

Forth he comes in wondrous beauty, 
And his radiant form is seen 

First of all by one who loved him, 
Gentle Mary Magdalene. 



Then he talked of truth and duty 
To those disappointed men. 

As they sadly walked together 
On the road o'er Emmaus plain. 

And he opened up the Scripture 
From beginning to the end, 

Showing how the Christ must suffer 
And at last should rise again. 

Then by Galilean waters 

Came he to his chosen few, 

Teaching them to be his shepherds 
And his chosen work to do. 




Again he walked o'er Olive's brow, 

His work on earth was done. 

And as he raised his hands to bless, 

Behold, their Lord was gone. 

Back to the Heaven from whence he came, 

Back to his throne on high. 

Back to those blessed mansions 

Beyond the deep blue sky; 

Till from some heavenly cloud again 

His radiant form shall come. 

And he shall take his ransomed ones 

To his all-o-lorious home. 




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